Both Sides of a Secret
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Both Sides of a Secret
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of Harry Potter, but I do own this original character.
Title: Both Sides of a Secret
Pairing: Draco/OC
Rating: R-NC17
Warnings: NO spoilers for Deathly Hallows. Contains: An intersex character (Aine), SLASH, masturbation, possible sexual intercourse, crossdressing. All warnings may not apply to this chapter, but they can and will be present in future chapters.
Setting: 7th year of Hogwarts School of Magic. Voldermort is gone, no one is dead. Hurray.
I decided to make a twist for this story. As you read on, you may or may not like how it will go, but you know...it's only the first chapter. Give it a chance. Yes, they are not yet 18, but one must keep in mind that in the story, their last year in Hogwarts makes them only 17, which is LEGAL age for their wizarding community. If and when they do have sexual intercourse, they will more than likely be 18 already.
Constructive criticism is welcomed, but saying things like 'this story is gross and weird' or something along those lines shall have your comment deleted. If you didn't like it, shut your trap and move on.
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A wooden brush embroidered with gold ran through smooth black locks formed in a bob cut with v-bangs with care as the owner looked into a mirror. Her room was rather airy and bright, despite the rest of the home. Clad in only a camisole and panties, Aine placed the brush onto the vanity before taking a look at the bulge in her lacy undergarments.
'Why do I have to be this way?' Her thoughts brought her to her mixed form, being neither a girl, but neither a boy. She gave a saddened sigh before hearing a soft knock on the door. She quickly grabbed her silk robe and slipped it on. "Come in..." her voice was soft as were her green eyes.
Snape opened the door, blinking at the brightness of the room. The contrast from the dark hall to her room could be seen behind him. "Please don't dawdle in your reflection, Aine, else you will be late for the train. And I am not above giving you detention for being late." He was unfazed by his daughter's glare. He quite enjoyed it actually.
"I remember the last time you did, Daddy..."Aine pouted softly and looked to him. "Leave, please."
Snape nodded softly and went to walk out the door, but stopped and looked back to his daughter. "You should wear the green earrings today. Your mother loved them..." He closed the door softly behind him.
Aine smiled softly and looked at the jewelry her father mentioned. Her mother was a beautiful Irish witch with dark skin and emerald eyes. Aine carried around a photo of her mother smiling and sitting in a field of wild flowers in her home country. Her father was privy on details, but from what she could deduce, he loved her mother dearly, and was devastated by her death. Raising his daughter alone was a joy, and a sadness, seeing a piece of his wife in his beautiful little girl. He was most thankful that she inherited her mother's beauty, and his brains.
The raven haired girl went to work getting dressed in a black short sleeved shirt that buttoned to her neck and a short, puffy black skirt with mary jane shoes. she liked skirts like these. they hid her shame well. especially concerning a blonde haired boy....
After using her mother's brush to smooth down her hair once more, she tossed it into her trunk, which sat next to her other trunk and made her way downstairs to breakfast. She was sure her father conjured something up, seeing as he wasn't the best of cooks. One would think that being able to make difficult potions would mean one could cook...
Sure to her thoughts, there was a table full of food, ready to be eaten. Her father could be seen reading the Daily Prophet, sipping a cup of coffee. She sat down and began filling her plate with french toast, bacon, and strawberries before looking to her father. "I do hope that coffee will not sustain you for the rest of the day, Daddy."
"We go through this every morning, do we not?" Snape looked to her in exasperation, and began to make a plate for himself, lest he be kicked in his shin again. His bruise was beginning to heal too. "Either I must be getting soft, or you're becoming worse that your mother..."Aine smiled and ate her breakfast in comfortable silence.
After using reducio and turning her massive trunks into simple handheld boxes, they were off to the station, using a portkey to travel there. They arrived at the station with little to no fuss and entered platform 9 3/4 at the King's Cross. She looked around and saw her crush, talking idly with the three meatheads. Even though she too was a Slytherin, she really didn't like those two. Draco was then intercepted by his mother, who was a handful for the teen.
"Mother! Mother I look fine!" A sixteen year old Draco Malfoy snapped, wrenching himself free from Narcissa's grasp, glaring at the woman with hard silver eyes. He smoothed his hair down, looking at the train, letting his things get taken by the attendant before grumbling as his mother returned to fussing over him.
"Thank you, Daddy, for not fussing over me..." She looked up to the other, seeing him smirk.
"I wouldn't dream of it." He watched with boredom as the other students board the train, then spoke softly to Aine. "Do try to keep it in your pants, Aine, while at your last year." He heard her squeak in surprise.
"DADDY!" She hit his arm with her trunks, looking flushed at such advice. "Really. That isn't necessary..." Hurt Emerald eyes turned away and Snape knew what was wrong.
"You should have more faith in yourself. It's unbecoming not to. Draco is not as rigid as he seems." He placed a hand on her shoulder, causing emerald to meet onyx. "If he cannot see your potential, he is a fool."
The young witch gave her father a soft smile before embracing him tightly, thoroughly tarnishing his moody, desolate reputation as a gloomy git. He patted her back gently with a faint smile before pulling away slowly. "On to the train. Stay out of trouble."
An eyeroll was all she gave as she watched her father disapparate. Turning around to board the train, she caught sight of the blonde and make a quick plan. She continued to walk, 'not' paying attention and casually bumped into the blonde. "Ah, I'm so sorry!"
Draco stumbled opening his mouth to reprimand whoever had the audacity to bump into Draco Malfoy before smiling softly, "Ah, Aine. It's quite alright." He said, nodding to his classmate. "Have you met my mother? Mother, this is Aine, she's in my year and my house."
Aine gave a small curtsy to Narcissa. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Malfoy."
The elegant woman seemed to approve of the girl's greeting, for she gave a small smile in return. "Likewise." She leaned down and whispered something into her son, causing him to turn pink around the ears. Narcissa looked to the young girl, who was a bit confused. "Please give your father my regards." She disapparated from the station with a soft popping noise.
Aine looked to Draco, who seemed quite flushed. "Are you alright Draco?"
Draco nodded his head softly, giving a small smile. "Yeah. Let's go find a seat on the train." He offered an arm for her, which she linked with her own nervously.
"S-Sure." Aine gave a nervous smile, silently praising Merlin for such a moment.
Title: Both Sides of a Secret
Pairing: Draco/OC
Rating: R-NC17
Warnings: NO spoilers for Deathly Hallows. Contains: An intersex character (Aine), SLASH, masturbation, possible sexual intercourse, crossdressing. All warnings may not apply to this chapter, but they can and will be present in future chapters.
Setting: 7th year of Hogwarts School of Magic. Voldermort is gone, no one is dead. Hurray.
I decided to make a twist for this story. As you read on, you may or may not like how it will go, but you know...it's only the first chapter. Give it a chance. Yes, they are not yet 18, but one must keep in mind that in the story, their last year in Hogwarts makes them only 17, which is LEGAL age for their wizarding community. If and when they do have sexual intercourse, they will more than likely be 18 already.
Constructive criticism is welcomed, but saying things like 'this story is gross and weird' or something along those lines shall have your comment deleted. If you didn't like it, shut your trap and move on.
_________________________________________________________________________
A wooden brush embroidered with gold ran through smooth black locks formed in a bob cut with v-bangs with care as the owner looked into a mirror. Her room was rather airy and bright, despite the rest of the home. Clad in only a camisole and panties, Aine placed the brush onto the vanity before taking a look at the bulge in her lacy undergarments.
'Why do I have to be this way?' Her thoughts brought her to her mixed form, being neither a girl, but neither a boy. She gave a saddened sigh before hearing a soft knock on the door. She quickly grabbed her silk robe and slipped it on. "Come in..." her voice was soft as were her green eyes.
Snape opened the door, blinking at the brightness of the room. The contrast from the dark hall to her room could be seen behind him. "Please don't dawdle in your reflection, Aine, else you will be late for the train. And I am not above giving you detention for being late." He was unfazed by his daughter's glare. He quite enjoyed it actually.
"I remember the last time you did, Daddy..."Aine pouted softly and looked to him. "Leave, please."
Snape nodded softly and went to walk out the door, but stopped and looked back to his daughter. "You should wear the green earrings today. Your mother loved them..." He closed the door softly behind him.
Aine smiled softly and looked at the jewelry her father mentioned. Her mother was a beautiful Irish witch with dark skin and emerald eyes. Aine carried around a photo of her mother smiling and sitting in a field of wild flowers in her home country. Her father was privy on details, but from what she could deduce, he loved her mother dearly, and was devastated by her death. Raising his daughter alone was a joy, and a sadness, seeing a piece of his wife in his beautiful little girl. He was most thankful that she inherited her mother's beauty, and his brains.
The raven haired girl went to work getting dressed in a black short sleeved shirt that buttoned to her neck and a short, puffy black skirt with mary jane shoes. she liked skirts like these. they hid her shame well. especially concerning a blonde haired boy....
After using her mother's brush to smooth down her hair once more, she tossed it into her trunk, which sat next to her other trunk and made her way downstairs to breakfast. She was sure her father conjured something up, seeing as he wasn't the best of cooks. One would think that being able to make difficult potions would mean one could cook...
Sure to her thoughts, there was a table full of food, ready to be eaten. Her father could be seen reading the Daily Prophet, sipping a cup of coffee. She sat down and began filling her plate with french toast, bacon, and strawberries before looking to her father. "I do hope that coffee will not sustain you for the rest of the day, Daddy."
"We go through this every morning, do we not?" Snape looked to her in exasperation, and began to make a plate for himself, lest he be kicked in his shin again. His bruise was beginning to heal too. "Either I must be getting soft, or you're becoming worse that your mother..."Aine smiled and ate her breakfast in comfortable silence.
After using reducio and turning her massive trunks into simple handheld boxes, they were off to the station, using a portkey to travel there. They arrived at the station with little to no fuss and entered platform 9 3/4 at the King's Cross. She looked around and saw her crush, talking idly with the three meatheads. Even though she too was a Slytherin, she really didn't like those two. Draco was then intercepted by his mother, who was a handful for the teen.
"Mother! Mother I look fine!" A sixteen year old Draco Malfoy snapped, wrenching himself free from Narcissa's grasp, glaring at the woman with hard silver eyes. He smoothed his hair down, looking at the train, letting his things get taken by the attendant before grumbling as his mother returned to fussing over him.
"Thank you, Daddy, for not fussing over me..." She looked up to the other, seeing him smirk.
"I wouldn't dream of it." He watched with boredom as the other students board the train, then spoke softly to Aine. "Do try to keep it in your pants, Aine, while at your last year." He heard her squeak in surprise.
"DADDY!" She hit his arm with her trunks, looking flushed at such advice. "Really. That isn't necessary..." Hurt Emerald eyes turned away and Snape knew what was wrong.
"You should have more faith in yourself. It's unbecoming not to. Draco is not as rigid as he seems." He placed a hand on her shoulder, causing emerald to meet onyx. "If he cannot see your potential, he is a fool."
The young witch gave her father a soft smile before embracing him tightly, thoroughly tarnishing his moody, desolate reputation as a gloomy git. He patted her back gently with a faint smile before pulling away slowly. "On to the train. Stay out of trouble."
An eyeroll was all she gave as she watched her father disapparate. Turning around to board the train, she caught sight of the blonde and make a quick plan. She continued to walk, 'not' paying attention and casually bumped into the blonde. "Ah, I'm so sorry!"
Draco stumbled opening his mouth to reprimand whoever had the audacity to bump into Draco Malfoy before smiling softly, "Ah, Aine. It's quite alright." He said, nodding to his classmate. "Have you met my mother? Mother, this is Aine, she's in my year and my house."
Aine gave a small curtsy to Narcissa. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Malfoy."
The elegant woman seemed to approve of the girl's greeting, for she gave a small smile in return. "Likewise." She leaned down and whispered something into her son, causing him to turn pink around the ears. Narcissa looked to the young girl, who was a bit confused. "Please give your father my regards." She disapparated from the station with a soft popping noise.
Aine looked to Draco, who seemed quite flushed. "Are you alright Draco?"
Draco nodded his head softly, giving a small smile. "Yeah. Let's go find a seat on the train." He offered an arm for her, which she linked with her own nervously.
"S-Sure." Aine gave a nervous smile, silently praising Merlin for such a moment.